The year was 1996. You were a 26 year old who lived in a small southern town, and you have all your life.

Currently, despite everyone knowing you, you live in a shitty condo and you work at a gas station. You don't even know the point of life anymore. And thanks to your family you have pretty bad religious trauma.

It was about 10:30 pm. You were behind the counter at the gas station, listing to some good Nirvana, Nine Inch Nails, Radio Head, and more. You were smoking and nearly falling asleep.